Monday, bleagh, I hate Mondays. Well, it could be worse; at least my classes weren't very hard. Not to mention that they were quite enjoyable. With first aid and weights in the morning, and composition 1 in the afternoon, I was satisfied. The early April weather was decent, warm, with a shining sun.

Oh, oops, getting ahead of myself a little. My name is Tyler, and I am a freshman at Saginaw Valley State University in MI. As a theatre major and an athletic coaching minor, I tend to be going around in circles chasing new things. Being gay was just another part of my life, and one I accepted without much trouble.

Anyways, where was I? Ah yes, Mondays. Today was my cardio and Capoiera day, and my whole body was sore. What is Capoiera? It's a fighting style brought over with the slaves in South America that grew out of traditional dance. I am just a beginner, but already I had picked up enough to keep me safe in most situations. It fits me nicely. After eight years of football and four years of wrestling I was nimble enough and strong enough to handle the acrobatics and intense movements it required. My lean 175 pound body was well muscled, but not over cut. I work out to feel good and keep healthy, not to see how many of my muscles I can show. Plus having less than ten percent body fat is unhealthy, and more than slightly disgusting to me.

Even though my day had started out nicely, my whole last month just blew. I had broken up with my boyfriend, and only just now were the pangs subsiding. I liked him, I really did, but Josh wanted something I wasn't ready for yet. And that thing was monogamy; I just am not ready for it yet. I am 19 years old, and way too young and way too horny to settle down. It was a mutual break up; we both knew that it wouldn't work, but it still hurt like anything. On top of that, I had been run ragged by doing sound on two productions in our theatre department last semester as well as acting in one of them. All I wanted was to go back to my dorm and unwind.

I had gotten lucky with my dorm. When I moved in I found out that because of a serious paper mess-up, I had the place to myself. What I should have done is go to them and ask where my roommates were, since I didn't want to pay the whole cost myself. But when I found out that I only had to pay my share, I wisely kept my mouth shut. So now I had this whole dorm to myself, and it was huge. The place is supposed to house six people comfortably, and it was all mine. Mwuahahaha! I had the necessities, high speed internet access, and had slipped past the protections in the glitchy campus network to download insane amounts of porn on their most excellent T3 line. But while I loved good porn, I liked the real thing much better. However, my luck hadn't been too good of late.

After relaxing in my dorm for a bit, I decided to go grab some food. Immediately ruling out the dull campus food, I figured that I would take what was left of my book money and splurge on the infinite shrimp deal at Red Lobster. While scrounging up my money, I decided to put my computer through its paces and check my e-mail. I had hoped that there would be a hit on one of my on-line profiles, but the answer was a resounding no. It sucks to not have enough time for a job, it really does.

On my way down the main road there are a series of stop lights and back roads. Since it was the lunch crush, I decided to take the long way. As I pulled up to one of the stop signs, I noticed someone lying by the side of the road. Instantly I pulled over and got out of the car. Hurrying over to the large, prone figure, I called 911 and summoned help. When I reached his body, I took stock of the situation. There were no down power lines, no water, no fire, nothing. I deemed it safe to approach, and knelt down next to him. "Hey! Hey, you awake?" I said as I gave a firm shake to his broad shoulder, no response. I rolled him over, careful to support his head and neck in case of injury, and was shocked by his size. This guy was at least 6'2, and had to weigh at least 280 pounds. I gently rolled him on his side, and observed his face.

If the situation weren't so dire, I would have sat there and just stared at his handsome face for hours. He had a strong chin, with a brown mustache and goatee. His skin was a tan color from the sun, and looked to be of an almost Nordic descent. This man had close cropped brown hair, and wore black underarmor with long sleeves that showed off his huge arms. He also wore black shorts, and white mid top Nikes. Sprouting out of the collar of his underarmor was bristly brown chest hair the same dark color as his hair and mustache. He had thick, strong, and very hairy legs. I love my guys big, and hairy gets me absolutely wild. But I had to concentrate, this could be very serious. His face had an ashen hue to it, and I immediately considered dehydration as the probable cause.

Following my first aid training, I checked his airway to see if it was clear. Looking, listening, and feeling to see if he was breathing, my answer was no. I quickly started giving mouth to mouth, and was relieved to see my breaths go in. While breathing for him, I checked his pulse, and was horrified to find none. In my haste, I ripped off his shirt, and was completely taken aback: How on earth was I supposed to find the spot when you could shave this guy and make a rug out of the hair! This guy was beyond hairy; he had a pelt to make any bear, the non-human kind, jealous. Ignoring my thick, eight inch hard-on, I started CPR.

After one full round of compressions, I checked his pulse and breathing again, and was rewarded with both. Exhausted, I leaned back and flopped on the pavement to wait for help to arrive. They arrived presently, and he woke up. I looked into his sky blue eyes, and my knees went weak in a way that made me glad I was on the ground. He tried to sit up with a groan, and I put a hand on his hairy chest. "Easy there big guy, you had a close one there."

I knew the instant my hand touched him that I shouldn't have done that, because now I didn't want to let go. He had a big barrel chest, and a hard keg belly, all covered in wiry, dark brown fur. He felt like a warm and furry rock with just a little bit of padding on him. In other words: he was one sexy beast. Masculine, he seemed to reek of virility. He looked up at me, and his voice sounded like the rest of him looked, deep and powerful. "What happened?"

"I found you face down on the side of the road without a pulse and not breathing," I told him, forcing my voice to keep calm took all of my finely honed actor's concentration, but I managed. "Did you hit something? What do you last remember?"

"No clue," he said with a grunt as he sat up slowly, "I just got dizzy and passed out." "Where is your water bottle?" I asked him. "I ran out," he said with a sheepish grin that looked silly and endearing on his manly face, "It must be dehydration."

Checking out his ashen skin, the EMT and I looked at each other and said "Dumbass."

"I'll just leave him to you," she said after giving him a quick check, "You have a car and we just got another call."

I helped the hunk into my van, and drove back to my dorm with lunch completely forgotten. "By the way," I said, "My name's Tyler."

"Mike," he said, offering his big paw of a hand. "I guess I should thank you, you did save my big, dumb, hairy ass after all." I took it, and was shocked by the strength of his grip. Even weakened, he still was stronger than a bull. "I hope you don't mind the dorm, it's a little Spartan."

Walking into my dorm was like walking into a hermit's retreat. The main room was bare except for three comfy chairs with a coffee table, a small desk for my computer, and a bookshelf with my fun books on it. The kitchen off to the left is similarly basic. In the main room, however, right in the middle of the center wall, is a large gay pride flag. What can I say? Out in public I follow a strict don't ask don't tell policy, but in private I am no bones about it. "You sit there, and I'll get you something cold to drink."

He flopped his big body down hard on a chair, making it creak with the strain of supporting his weight. "Awesome, I am dying over here."

"You did come close out there, how far did you run?" I said as I poured some ice water into a glass.

As we talked, his eyes kept wandering to my pride flag, and his big paw kept fingering a spot on his bicep. When I took a glance I saw a pride flag tattooed there in bold colors. He noticed my glance when I gave him his water, and we just looked into each other's eyes. His beautiful, bright, Nordic blue eyes make me weak with desire. All I wanted to do was hold him close and look into those gorgeous eyes. He took a low draw at his water, and his eyes never left mine. He swallowed the water with long, slow gulps, demonstrating a carnal control over his gag reflex that I longed to explore.

Before I knew what was happening, Mike rose from his chair, drew me into his furry warm embrace, and kissed me long and slow. "Where are your room mates?" He asked me in his rumbly voice, husky with passion. "And when will they be back?"

Giving him a devilish grin and trailing a finger down his hairy barrel chest to his navel, I said "I got lucky; we have this place all to ourselves. And the best part," I said as I stroked the enormous bulge in the front of his pants, "I don't have class tomorrow until 4:00. What are your plans?"

Mike smiled back, and playfully rumbled, "I was doing something, but it is now officially," and he grabbed my tight ass with his huge hands and pulled me closer into his pelvis, "cancelled." I am usually dominant in my bedroom antics, but this new experience had me in a delicious swirl of new sensations. Mike, kissing me passionately the whole way, forced me into my small but comfortable bedroom and put me on my back on the bed. We stared into each other's eyes, and then he started to remove my clothes.

He started with my brown slip-on shoes, and then slipped off my socks to reveal my long, strong feet; calloused from being on them during football, weights, and wrestling. Mike slowly and sensuously kissed each toe, making me moan with pleasure. He then started to slip off my dark blue slacks to show my hairy, muscled legs and white briefs. Mike is a great kisser; his mustache tickled my hairy legs and gave me shudders of delight. To speed up the process, I began to remove my black overshirt, but he stopped me with one hand and a growl. "You are going to let me do that pup, don't want to rush things. I owe you my life, the least you can do is let me pleasure you like you have never before."

With that, I surrendered to his ministrations. Mike finished licking and pleasing my legs for now, and mounted me up. I reached up to fondle his big chest, and he playfully but firmly pinned my arms to the bed. "Not yet my sexy little savior, I'm in control here." He said with a growling chuckle, "You'll get your turn." He said with a playful nip on my neck. Mike then turned his attentions to my shirt, about tearing it with a powerful heave of his muscles in his haste to get it off me. To his consternation, I had a white wife-beater on underneath. "I hope you aren't too attached to this," he said as he tore it off me, "because I want to feel that skin I know sheathes that hard body." Mike then traced my lean and muscular body with his big hands, trailing his tongue down the center of my body.

When his rough and raspy tongue reached my navel, he stopped at a long, thin scar that paced my brown happy trail. "What is this from?" He asked as he ran his finger along the old wound. "I was climbing a tree when I was a kid," I said after I got done moaning from his experienced tongue play, "and I fell. As I did so, a branch caught me on the way down."

"Ahh," he said, "I like it." He then proceeded to slip off my briefs to expose my throbbing eight and a half inch hard-on, already leaking precum from the cut head. With skill born of long experience, he took me into his mouth and buried it deep into his throat. Mike's mustache meshed with my wiry brown pubes in a way that drove me positively nuts. As he bobbed up and down on my cock, his hands worked my brown and slightly hairy nipples. I was panting hard, I had no clue what magic his tongue was working but it should be illegal because it felt so good. I grabbed the back of his head and drove my dick deeper into his throat, moaning with pleasure and need.

With one last long lick, he rose up and towered over me. At this point, I decided to start playing rough. I bucked my hips and bridged off my back in a wrestling escape, and took him completely by surprise. Only because of this was I able to get on top of this much larger and stronger bear. As his back hit the mattress, he grunted in surprise, and then chuckled with amusement as I sank my teeth into his hairy nipples. Apparently this big bear liked to play rough as much as I did, because he rolled me over with my own momentum. Unfortunately for my big bear, we ran out of bed. Being the disgustingly nimble chaser that I was, I was able to continue rolling in mid-air and landed on top of him with a grunt. I am only 175 pounds, but it is solid muscle, and it knocked the wind out of him. I was able to take advantage of this, and finished ripping off his underarmor. He reached hungrily or my body, seeking purchase to roll me back over, but I was a little too well-balanced and strong for such a clumsy trick. Keeping my perch on his big hairy belly, I ripped his shorts down over his ankles along with his underwear. He succeeded in rolling me at this time, but I kept it moving and we rolled into the main room.

We were stopped by a wall with me on top, and I decided to take charge of this situation. I grabbed Mike's huge, cut, ten inch penis roughly and started to ferociously jack him off. The intense mix of pain and pleasure shocked him into immobility, sort of like how a hawk calms if you blind it. He moaned in shock and ecstasy, and started to thickly precum. Here was where I lost my position, I bent over to lick it up, and Mike actually rolled forwards in an impressive display of agility for someone his size to end up astride my face. I knew he had me beat for now, and was content to let big Mike face fuck me into senselessness. God that man's cock is huge, I thought, I can feel the thing tickling my stomach. And then he rotated, about ripping my throat out, and settled into a classic 69 position. He was leaking buckets, and the sensation was quite pleasant. And then I about fainted with pleasure when he started to suck my cock again.

We did this for a heavenly span that felt like forever, and then he stopped sucking. "That's it little cub," he said with a husky grunt as he extracted his dick from my hungry mouth, "are you ready for a piece of bear ass?" "Yes sir I am!" I said with a yell as I did a strong back roll into a top position. Both of us were flushed with passion and leaking rivers of precum, and I almost forgot where I had the lube and condoms in my heat. I pulled them out from the drawer in my desk, and he slapped away the condoms. "I trust you to be clean," he said with a growl, "as I hope you trust me." To answer him, I kissed him deeply, and started lubing up my cock. "Here," he said, "let me do that while you lube up my ass." I gladly complied, and inserted first one, then two, then three fingers into his big, round, and very hairy butt. He groaned and snarled in pleasure as I slid my fingers in and out, again and again to make sure he was nice and slick.

"How do you want it?" I asked him as I finished lubing up his thick ass. "I want you atop me with me on my back;" he rumbled, "I want to be able to look you in the eye while you fuck the life out of me." This was completely fine with me, and I lifted his legs into position with a hint of tenderness. The calm before the storm of fucking I was about to unleash.

Then I drive my dick in, hard and with authority. Mike howls with pleasure as I gleefully roger his thick, thick ass with long and powerful strokes. At the same time, his big hairy paw works his dick in time with my thrusts. He is grunting and growling in ecstasy, and I am snarling with need. We fuck and fuck and fuck on the carpeted floor for what seems like ages, and then he starts to shake. "Oh GOD!" he howls, "I'm cumming!" And Lord did he cum. He shot rope after sticky rope of the most glorious white man spunk into my face, and that set me off. As I dump my seed into his guts, I stiffen with the pleasure of fucking one of the most gorgeous men on this planet, and promptly fall over with exhaustion.

We stare into each other's eyes, and no words were needed. Was this love? Probably not yet, but it was a damn good start. And what can I say? Chasers need sex too.